DIVINE VIOLENCE <~{RWBY X OC}~>

-•-Zero-•- <~Now Cometh The War God~>

Kinda rushed this, but I had the idea and liked it, so I wanted to get it on "paper" before I forgor💀

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The ten-year-old Drake Oxblood sat at the kitchen table, silently watching his father as he slaved away at the stove, making what little dinner he could.

The young Oxblood was wise beyond his years. His father would always claim he "Had his Mother's brain," not a very uplifting statement considering she'd abandoned the boy a mere month after giving birth to him.

The boy couldn't resent the woman, however. How could he? It's not like he knew her.

What mattered more to him was his current situation.

His father, pitiable though he might be, suffered hellish working conditions to provide for him. All without a single complaint.

The boy felt useless. Helpless. Downright parasitic.

It disgusted him.

He was disgusted with himself.

He was a weak, useless parasite sure to be this pitiful man's undoing, and that thought planted itself in his gut, making him sick to his stomach. He'd have retched then and there had the man cooking not turned around with a pair of plates as he walked to the table with a slight limp.

He places a plate down in front of Drake and sits on his own at the opposite side of the table.

Father: Sorry if it's a little charred, bud. I never really was one for cooking. Hehe... |He laughed...|

A hollow laugh. One laced with sorrow and resignation. It drove daggers into the young boy's heart.

Drake:....|He nodded, muttering, "It's fine," just loud enough for the man to hear across the table.|

The two ate in a semi-comfortable silence. The man kept glancing at his son as he ate, trying to work up the nerve to say something.

Father: H-Hey, bud?

Drake stopped and his crimson eyes looked over at his father while his hand propped up his head.

Father: I-uh-I know we haven't gotten to see each other a lot lately, what with me working late and going in early, but I-I've got some good news!

The timid man tried to add some enthusiasm to his tone, but the boy before him didn't brighten even slightly. Instead, he lifted his head as his whole body conveyed concern.

Father: I'm...getting a new job! A-A better job! Way better than in the Coal's mines!

There was only one thing he could say next, and the boy desperately wanted him to say anything but-

Father: I'm going to work at the SDC Quarry!

Anything but that...

Father: They just started hiring and pay a way better rate than the Coals, bud! Our luck's finally turning! I'm even gonna make enough Lien to get you into Sanctum with enough time!

The young Oxblood did not so much as flinch at the idea.

He was too distracted by the pit of dread opening in his stomach to react.

He hated it, this feeling. Helplessness. Being unable to force the objections from his throat at the sight of his father's smiling face.

This was the last straw.

When night came, and his father went to sleep, Drake walked outside and began exercising as hard as he possibly could. Anything he could think of, he did it.